Moon Spoon

Deeply, darkly, far and below mysteriously does grow from seed to sprout to branching limbs trees climb upwardly through day and night exposed to elements both hot and cold years and ages and who knows how old until purpose for man they offer their soul Carefully taken from their place the artist reveres their sacred state hands rearrange carefully their shape thoughts of love and beautiful intent enter into their molecular grain As above, so below what is given to one is give to all Inhaling we take a mouthful of peace exhaling warmly reflected moonlight upon our skin glowing and knowing we have been blessed nourished and flourishing here in this place for the spoon of the moon is special indeed tailored from wood that once was a tree meandering branches have found us from you to me sitting comfortably encompassing encircling enchanting and free as a scoop in a spoon of darkness exists love from the moon to each one of us a gift